"Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
At the head of the chamber of commerce
"The sun's not yellow it's chicken"
Would is you do that if I'am going insane
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, ohh well
But the town has no need to be nervous
Well the medicine man comin' and he shuffles inside
Dad's in the alley he's lookin' high for fuse
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
You won't die, it's not poison"
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
Looks at his hero the commander in chief
Dad's in the alley, he's lookin' high for fuse
Sayin', "Don't let the boys in"
Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
"Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
Reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
Aaa mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
The National Bank selling road maps for the soul
Well I wish that I could write you a melody so plain
Mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, ohh well
The hysterical bride in the Penny Arcade
Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, ohh wow yea
Well the commander in chief answers him while chasing a fly
Dad's in the alley he's lookin' high for fuse
Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes
Sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
Mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes
To the old folks home and the college
Dad's in the alley, he's lookin' high for fuse
Ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
